Lay It Down
Lil Wayne Lyrics


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YMCMB, bitches call me Tunechi Lee
I be with niggas that shoot police
I keep that iron, you can get creased
And if she say she didn't fuck
Bitch ya lying through ya teeth
They say it cost to be the boss
The ones in jail wish they were free
Niggas call me Hi-C because I'm high as you can see
Niggas say they paid they dues
Well I'm checking your receipt
Might as well go stupid
Since this is a stupid beat
Grab the owl out the tree
And ask that bitch, who but me?
Got ya bitch bent over nigga, hands to her feet
Tell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's beef
'Cause all my niggas well rounded
Don't fuck with none of these square niggas
Mask on, Ghostface Killah
Draw down and erase niggas
I'm a Blood, is you a blood donor?
Swisher full of that California
I hit it sideways, catacorner
Then she catch that nut like pneumonia
Lil Tunechi

Lay it down ho
Lay it down bitch
Lay it down ho
Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down

Put the money on the couch nigga
Gimme everything up in you house nigga,
Shut yo mouth nigga

Put the money on the couch nigga
Gimme everything up in you house nigga,
Shut yo mouth nigga

Yeah Start it up, vroom vroom
Uppercut a bitch out the bus, boom boom
Unless I get the brain, poom poom
She let a nigga run and get the gang
Run a train, zoom zoom
Tryna get paid too soon, one deep
One sweep away in a room room
We getting money over here
Talking shit and fucking bitches
I don't know what the fuck they doing Tune
My syrup purple, my turf Earth
My birth circle, I'll dirt surf you
I'll squirt murk you, my verse hurtful
My shooters still got curb curfews
Y'all 'bout as hot as Von Dutch
Y'all not gone harm much
Hijack y'all some prom busts
Ain't no retreat but my arms up
No graffiti, my bombs up
It's Young Money in this shit
Until a nigga dead and gone
If you wanna set it off, what you wanna bet it on?
I'm betting the wedding's off when everything is wetted on
Point 'em out, Truk ya life
Fuck ya style, fuck with me
You a bucket foul, niggas'll buck ya smile
For a dunkin pile, you better duck it, pal

Lay it down ho (Yeah)
Lay it down bitch (and I smoke)
Lay it down ho
Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down

oh yo, shawty, what's yo name?
Is you tricking? Is you paying?
Is you sniffing on that cane?
What the fuck is you saying?
If you getting it, then you getting it
It's my money I ain't splitting it
I ain't tripling it, if she got a fat ass
Then I'm tipping it (tippin' it)
Came out the bank, bye teller
Give a bum money, hi fella
Bad lil' ho, high yellow
Brand new roley, sky dweller
Just left from Dubai
Flew private eye
I made a million dollars,
Swear to God that ain't no lie
I said them niggas was poppin'
Fake niggas be watchin'
My black glove be drippin' wet
But I got my Cochran
Losing ain't no option
I'm teaching bitches my doctrine
The Maybach ain't poppin'
If it ain't got no partation

Oops I mean partition
It's all a part of my vision
I sit and count this money while I watch you bitches audition

I said, oops I mean partition
It's all a part of my vision
I sit and count this money while I watch you bitches audition

Da fuck is wrong with you bitches?
I don’t give a fuck
You don’t hear me, you don’t see me.
Bitch you gon' feel me hoe
Young Money
Young-young Money nigga.




Young-young, lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down, ah!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Lil Wayne's "Lay It Down" are full of provocative and aggressive language about guns, violence, and sexual conquest. The chorus calls for women to "lay it down," signaling Wayne's desire to dominate and control women sexually. He boasts about his ability to shoot police officers and keep an "iron" close by, suggesting his readiness for violence. Wayne calls out those who may challenge his authority or question his dues, implying his status as an influential and privileged individual. He also alludes to his status as a Blood gang member and mentions his love for syrup, a reference to the drug codeine.


Nicki Minaj's verse is full of wordplay, such as "partition" versus "participation," as well as references to her wealth, international travel, and the pressures she faces from other women vying for her fame and success. She also talks about her domination of men and her willingness to tip women with "fat asses." Cory Gunz's verse adds to the violent and aggressive themes, with lines about uppercutting women and getting away with crimes.


Overall, the song is a reflection of the hyper-masculine and misogynist culture of hip-hop, where success is equated with aggression, violence, and wealth, often at the expense of marginalized communities and women.


Line by Line Meaning

YMCMB, bitches call me Tunechi Lee
I'm a member of YMCMB and people call me Tunechi Lee, bitches included.


I be with niggas that shoot police
I hang out with people who have no problems with shooting the police.


I keep that iron, you can get creased
I carry a gun and I'll shoot you if necessary.


And if she say she didn't fuck, Bitch ya lying through ya teeth
If a girl says she didn't have sex, she's lying through her teeth.


They say it cost to be the boss, The ones in jail wish they were free
Being the boss is expensive, but those in jail wish they had the freedom to experience it.


Niggas call me Hi-C because I'm high as you can see
People call me Hi-C because I'm obviously high.


Niggas say they paid they dues, Well I'm checking your receipt
People say they've paid their dues, but I'm checking their proof of purchase.


Might as well go stupid, Since this is a stupid beat
I might as well act foolish since this is a mindless, silly song.


Grab the owl out the tree, And ask that bitch, who but me?
I'll take the opportunity when it arises and remind everyone that I'm the one on top.


Got ya bitch bent over nigga, hands to her feet
I have that girl bent over with her hands on her feet, doing whatever I please.


Tell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's beef
I'll go all out and get violent if there's any conflict or tension between us.


'Cause all my niggas well rounded, Don't fuck with none of these square niggas
All my friends are well-versed and multifaceted, and we don't associate with boring or basic individuals.


Mask on, Ghostface Killah, Draw down and erase niggas
I wear a mask like Ghostface Killah and I'll attack aggressively to eliminate anyone who opposes me.


I'm a Blood, is you a blood donor?, Swisher full of that California
I'm part of the Bloods gang, are you donating blood? Also, my blunt is filled with high-quality California weed.


I hit it sideways, catacorner, Then she catch that nut like pneumonia
I hit it from an angle, and then she has an orgasm as intense as catching pneumonia.


Put the money on the couch nigga, Gimme everything up in you house nigga, Shut yo mouth nigga
Put all the money on the couch, and give me everything of value in your house while keeping your mouth shut.


Yeah Start it up, vroom vroom, Uppercut a bitch out the bus, boom boom
Let's start this up, and I'll knock a girl out with an uppercut like boom boom.


We getting money over here, Talking shit and fucking bitches, I don't know what the fuck they doing Tune
We're making money here, talking and having sex with girls while I'm not sure what anyone else is doing.


My syrup purple, my turf Earth, My birth circle, I'll dirt surf you
I have purple syrup, my territory is Earth, and I'll leave you buried if you cross me.


My shooters still got curb curfews, Y'all 'bout as hot as Von Dutch
My shooters have to abide by the rules of the streets, and you're all as mediocre as an outdated brand like Von Dutch.


Y'all not gone harm much, Hijack y'all some prom busts
You're not capable of doing much harm, and I'll steal your prom dates and make them mine.


Ain't no retreat but my arms up, No graffiti, my bombs up
There's no way I'm backing down, and I have explosives instead of spray paint.


It's Young Money in this shit, Until a nigga dead and gone, If you wanna set it off, what you wanna bet it on?
It's all about Young Money until I die. If you want to start something, what do you want to bet on?


I'm betting the wedding's off when everything is wetted on, Point 'em out, Truk ya life, Fuck ya style, fuck with me
I'll bet that the wedding will be canceled when we bet on anything. I'll point out who I want, take over your life, and mess with you.


You a bucket foul, niggas'll buck ya smile, For a dunkin pile, you better duck it, pal
You're a problematic foul, and people will knock out your teeth for it. You better dodge their punch, pal.


oh yo, shawty, what's yo name?, Is you tricking? Is you paying?, Is you sniffing on that cane?, What the fuck is you saying?
Hey there, what's your name? Are you a prostitute? Are you using drugs? What are you saying?


If you getting it, then you getting it, It's my money I ain't splitting it, I ain't tripling it, if she got a fat ass, Then I'm tipping it
If you're making money, it's all yours, and I won't share or take more. But I'll tip a girl with a large behind.


Came out the bank, bye teller, Give a bum money, hi fella, Bad lil' ho, high yellow, Brand new roley, sky dweller
I left the bank, saying goodbye to the teller, then gave a homeless person some money. I have a bad light-skinned girl and a new Rolex.


Just left from Dubai, Flew private eye, I made a million dollars, Swear to God that ain't no lie
I just came back from Dubai on a private jet, and I made a million dollars. I'm not lying.


I said them niggas was poppin', Fake niggas be watchin', My black glove be drippin' wet, But I got my Cochran
I said those guys were popular, but fake people are always copying them. My glove is dripping wet from carrying a gun, but I have Johnny Cochran as my lawyer.


Losing ain't no option, I'm teaching bitches my doctrine, The Maybach ain't poppin', If it ain't got no partation
I refuse to lose, and I'm spreading my teachings to girls. The Maybach isn't cool without the partition.


I sit and count this money while I watch you bitches audition, I said, oops I mean partition, It's all a part of my vision
I'm counting my money while watching girls try to impress me. I meant to say partition, and it's all part of my plan.


Da fuck is wrong with you bitches?, I don’t give a fuck, You don’t hear me, you don’t see me., Bitch you gon' feel me hoe
What's wrong with you girls? I don't care and you don't listen or see me. You'll feel me eventually, though.


Young Money, Young-young Money nigga., Young-young, lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down, Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down, ah!
It's all about Young Money, and everyone needs to bow down and follow my lead. Lay it down, lay it down, you girls need to submit to me.




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, WARP MUSIC LIMITED
Written by: ONIKA TANYA MARAJ, ROSS MATTHEW BIRCHARD, LUNICE FERMIN PIERRE II, DWAYNE CARTER, PETER PANKEY JR.

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